Another frozen river.
I don’t care enough to know its name;
That’s not the story I’m trying to tell.
All this talk of storms.

Our asynchronous time:
You wake as I go to sleep,
Our brief conversations in the day,
satellite static in the spaces between words.

Through processes and queuing I'll return east,
longitudes converging,
and sleep in your day,
waiting for you to come home.

On My Way to Breakfast

The Hyatt has a very Logan's Run interior.

It was at this point I started to think that waffles would be a good choice for breakfast.

Or maybe beans.

A bit of a brave claim.

It's really cold!

Things I Saw This Week

I've been in the US this week, working. These trips are always strange for me as the slight cultural differences and distance, and the time zone, make me feel as if I'm travelling through some hyper-real simulation.

So that's where he parks.

I can't remember if this is sunrise or sunset. It's possibly both.


Lost on the delightfully-named Asylum Avenue.

Flair.

I treated myself to an ice-cream - the hotel is shown to provide some idea of scale.